With all this time at home and so many headlines, I find I'm spending way more time on my phone in the past week than I have in a long time. As a result of scrolling, I saw this video of Kelly Clarkson (have always been a fan) doing an a cappella version of Mariah … Continue reading Vanishing
Tag: infertility
Equal and opposite reaction
Physics was not my best class. Here I was, senior year of high school, vying for the "Seven-Semester High Honors" title I would share with many of my classmates. Our grades weren't weighted, but I'd be damned if I got either that honor or valedictorian (something I shared with 20 of my classmates) without going … Continue reading Equal and opposite reaction
Three years later
I'm sitting on my porch typing with a bum elbow. It's been hurting more today because I've been busy. In the kitchen. Like a good little wifey. Like the wife/mom combo I thought I would be. I came out here with a glass of cab and a head full of thoughts, hoping to get something, … Continue reading Three years later
Passion + espresso
I am terrified I won't feel passion for any life decision again. I spent 28 years of my life preparing to house and birth a child. I chose my college major and my profession around my desire to be a mother. When dating I looked for someone who would not only be a great life … Continue reading Passion + espresso
The Gift of Enough
Sometimes I do the torturous math and think that if we had had a child soon after we started trying, he/she would be a preschooler. And sometimes I think that maybe we'd have had another one by now, too. I guess I aspired to be a mom with kids close in age, and voluntarily participate … Continue reading The Gift of Enough
Catalyst
I went through a few years playing faith and going through the motions. I felt I really had no viable option otherwise. I hadn't lost my faith but I didn't feel connected either. The time after my first grandma died was also the time I was initially grieving children we would never have, and for … Continue reading Catalyst
Fulfilled
For the past couple years I've been on a quest to find out what on this earth makes me feel fulfilled. What can I do, where can I go, that makes me feel the best kind of emotionally exhausted at the end of the day. I haven't quite found the pot of gold yet but … Continue reading Fulfilled
To my little girl.
We had names for you both. One of you was going to be Dagny Elayne, the first name after Dagny Taggart of Atlas Shrugged, a real go-getter with a kickass personality; the second name was after a character in your daddy's all time favorite book series, Wheel of Time. To be honest, I wasn't a huge fan … Continue reading To my little girl.
Rejecting platitudes and accepting the pain of grief
I couldn't hear one more platitude as I shared my story. I couldn't stomach one more look of pity, or even worse, blank space behind the eyes. It was just too painful. I became exhausted listening to all the things people said to me. And I say me specifically because for some reason the man's … Continue reading Rejecting platitudes and accepting the pain of grief
The maternity section
For years and years I imagined what I'd look like with the coveted and adorable baby bump. I remember even from a young age I'd playfully stick out my stomach (especially after eating) and see what a baby might look like. I thought it was pretty cute. No lies - I've done this as an … Continue reading The maternity section
MPM 2.0: mercy unmasked 